Eenie, Meeny, Miny, Die!

Smokey fields with secrets yield
What you can’t fix your eyes on
The darkened sky cannot be pryed
Apart from the horizon
… and so this is life
It will go anywhere
Indifferent of a begger’s lamentation
Some trees rot away
Others will meet the axe
Their lives lived blinded
Today we stand
Tomorrow we fly
Pick apart a perfect plan
And alter all you know
What’s done is done; and will ever be
On the street, the two would meet
It looked like he would miss it
But one must have just misjudged
And left a body, twisted
He fell on his back
His eyes wide open looking upwards
Fading from crimson to nothing
Whether it’s a mistake,
Fully intentional, it happens
One thing leads to another
Today we stand
Tomorrow we fly
Today we kill
Tomorrow we die
Pick apart a perfect plan
And alter all you know
What’s done is done; and will ever be
What’s done is done.